Don't look at SCP-3999

If you don't look at it, it won't hurt you

Do not visualize SCP-3999 in your mind. If you actually receive a visual image of it, you will die.

If you try to understand it

You will surely die

Don't look at SCP-3999 (REDACTED)

SCP-3999 hates you

Researcher Talloran

New Reincarnation. 387

The picture changed again.

The red iron door shone coldly in the moonlight. Inside the containment room at night, Talloran stood by the door of SCP-3999's containment room.

Agni and Kamijou Touma are also here.

Their faces also looked unhappy because the fear from their hearts was entangled in them.

"strangeness."

Kamijou Touma murmured.

If SCP-3999 had breached containment, why not just kill them as well?

But he insisted on keeping the two of them.

Unless there is a reason why they cannot be killed, that is, the foundation behind them.

The protection of the administrator Lu Mo.

"cough!"

Talloran held his forehead with one hand.

He tried to clear his mind of any thoughts about what "this thing" was.

But there was nothing he could do.

It doesn't fit the description.

It is chaos itself.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be a door underground."

Even though Talloran couldn't even determine what the floor was made of, he still pulled it apart.

He managed to tear a small hole.

He vaguely saw light below.

He thought of his family.

His colleagues, his work.

Anything that has to do with the past of this world, back to when it existed.

Talloran closed his eyes.

The dying sun, its image projected on the inside of his eyelids, evoked a shudder.

His dreams as a fetus.

Reappear in the dim light of the stars.

One cell devours another, and the peptide chains continue to entangle and fold, drawing a fractal pattern.

Eventually, new parallel universes and sub-narratives emerged from it.

He hides in the cracks of time and space.

A glimpse of graying blond hair.

There were small red lights on, one, and countless.

"I see...."

"I love myself....I hate myself."

Talloran murmured.

Beside him, Agni trembled all over and raised his head subconsciously.

He suddenly noticed that the parchment had been hanging high on the ceiling.

Clear words come into view.

SCP-3999 will be contained

SCP-3999 will be contained

SCP-3999 will be contained by everything it folds

SCP-3999 is to be contained in the Place Where Everything Goes Wrong

Talloran cannot be contained by this object

Talloran will strike back

Talloran will restart SCP-3999

error

Notice from the Foundation Information Security Management System: Researcher Talloran is an arrogant and disrespectful pencil.

He will be shunned by all stories

Until the Eleventh Empire swallowed the sky

Researcher Talloran will be contained

Containment personnel: Kamijou Touma, Agni

Please carry out containment operations.

Chapter 87 SCP

"..."

Kamijou Touma and Agni fell silent.

In their minds, they knew almost at the same time that they were Talloran's prisoners.

But the containment mission was on my mind.

But there was no change at all.

This made Kamijou Touma keenly aware that something was wrong.

He has never been the type to use cruel means to treat others.

Agni also reacts.

"No, I refuse."

"me too."

Kamijou Touma and Agni said in a deep voice, and as soon as he finished speaking, he plunged into an endless cycle of reincarnation.

The world is in reincarnation.

Kamijou Touma saw himself being killed.

He saw the door of the room he lived with Index, and Index forced a smile as if to welcome his return.

Kamijou Touma looked down at himself.

He found that his fingertips were melting into boiling hot molten iron, and Imagine Breaker had no rudeness to stop him.

"I am sorry."

Kamijou Touma said this with a smile.

His body turned into semi-liquid, and the thick mud flooded over his head the next moment.

Kamijou Touma tries to contain the darkness.

He struck out all the containment procedures with colorless ink.

Abnormal mud gushes out of the ventricles.

he thinks.

I am getting closer to the truth.

He knew the designation SCP-4069.

Beyond that, he was more curious about what the designation SCP-3999 meant.

Agni sees himself being killed.

Luna and Holitan were suspended by steel cables on the endless brick wall in front of them.

Surrounded by people praying.

He is a god who is worshipped and those who pray to him ignite a raging fire in him.

The steel cable was tightened around Luna and Holitian's necks.

Their eyes opened into perfect circles and their mouths stretched from ear to ear.

His hands were handcuffed and nailed to a cross.

He felt no pain, not even the feeling of physical harm.

He raised his head with all his might and tried to meet his sister's gaze, their eyes meeting for a moment.

The girl's neck was neatly cut off by the suddenly tightened steel cable, and her head rolled down.

A raging flame erupted from the wound.

A flame that never goes out.

The sight of Luna and Holitan covering him at this moment made his eyes sting.

"Luna..."

At this moment, he seemed to see Dema again, the person he killed with his own hands.

His helplessness is real.

His remorse is real.

His reformation was genuine.

It is true that he became a good man,

But this murderous intent that burns like a raging fire is also real.

Burned all the truths mentioned above.

"enough."

Agni suddenly said.

"I won't give up living, even though I don't know what the meaning of living is."

"But I will continue to search painfully."

The words fell.

Agni felt the contraction of his neck.

He tried to turn his head, but his neck was strangled by a humanoid entity behind him.

The moment before the carotid artery burst.

Emerging from his darkening vision was a hazy outline of himself, traced out in ashes.

His head floated like a mirage at the end of the endless brick wall, and his smile twisted into a look of hatred in an imperceptible time.

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